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letra de military!? - jordan d. mitchell

[verse 1: chevyboivaughn]
ar15 on my back like i’m military
that n-gga said he with the sh-t but he h-lla scary
pop a n-gga like a cherry ain’t nothing but a berry
i told this b-tch you ain’t sh-t you never getting married
cuz you a f-cking thot, directing n-ggas to the plot i’m athef-cking director
b-tches really ain’t sh-t, i sent plug like lester
lemon squeeze on this b-tch it ain’t gon take no effort
i putt a b-tton on his b-tch i got a switch too
beat that n-gga f-cking ass cuz he a b-tch too
b-tch i’m 6 foot 1 not 6 2
that n-gga run up on me getting shot with a 6 too
3 am on my b-tch i got bulldog
that n-gga think he biggie bouncing i got a bull frog
this ain’t no f-cking froggy
that n-gga run up i’ma see him dance like f-cking doggy
i got that airbus, connected to the airdrops like an airbud
i’m in airplane that b-tch said she got my back i’m in my own lane
i was down bad in that cell, i felt my own pain
i ain’t trippin off of that i’m off tha propane
cold n-gga yeah i had to join the cold game
but i ain’t trippin off of that i ain’t no f-cking lame
b-tch i stand up on my toes cuz i have ten of em
fn with a glock and i got two with em
aye, i got a ten milli i shot that n-gga with the glock and now he actin silly
catch a b-tch out the mall i knocked her of tilly’s
she said she wanna f-ck with me she acting h-lla silly
ain’t trippin off a b-tch told her what’s the deally
i hit a b-tch with dope d-ck she feeling like
i hit a b-tch with dope d-ck like i got meth in it
i beat the p-ssy up good i’m in her chest with it
said she really got my back but don’t even care
all it took is one shot like a musketeer
[verse 2: jordan d. mitch-ll]
call of duty, when i hop out b-tch i muster fear
rifle with the glock you woulda thought i was hunting deer
shawty gave top, at yo spot bro yo b-tch weird
i don’t even talk, b-tch this chop make n-ggas disappear
30 d-ck extension, with a pension, mama raised a villain
f-ck a conversation, where the action, i’m tryna burn a village
spin yo block like dice, it ain’t nice when you bite the menace
had to stand on business, i’m religious with the crippin
blunt dipped in keef it look like glitter my n-gga
you say f-ck the police but you snitchin my n-gga
saw you on the paper work this hit is what this paper work
i don’t know sh-t, that all you get on this paper work
sleepy hallow, leave you cold ain’t no johnny deep
kids making t-shirts of a n-gga they ain’t even met
bro was talking stupid, i’m intrusive when it’s on my hip
that b-tch said she in love, ever since she let a n-gga hit
thuggin with brothas, f-ck with them b-tch u gettin k!lled
i don’t fall in love, i’ma thug i don’t like to feel
feeling like giannas the waythe game got my fame built
only f-ck with commas, all my b-tches do is seal the deal
r.i.p granny, i know her spirit turned into my shield
n-ggas tried to k!ll me, n-ggas shocked that i’m still here
my n-ggas stay with drums, nick cannon with a holy feel
send you straight to heaven, smith and western leave yo body spilled

- jordan d mitchell

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